brittany nicole

Welcome to the sssssshhhhhhhhhh show where truth is written and tea is spilled.

New Month, New Perspective, New Goals, New Message:

I’ve been through some things but those same things keep opening doors for me.

My life experiences help me write. help me inspire others. help me motivate people. help me encourage people who can relate to the truth.

I took on a challenge for the month of July and I really wasn’t sure how I would manage the task of posting a blog once a day during the work week.

I definitely missed some days but this blog makes 16/20. And I’m counting that as a win.

The blog post that received the most views each week:

Week One: Giving Up On The Church

Week Two: My Greek Life Experience

Week Three: The Call I Wasn’t Expecting

Week Four: The Broke Auntie

THANK YOU FOR EVERY LIKE, EVERY COMMENT, EVERY SHARE, JUST EVERYTHING.

I’m so so so grateful.

I wanted to end with a bang and as you can tell I’m off to a great start because I’m ending the challenge a day late. talk about a ssssshhhhhh show.

I shared my heart in “giving up on the church” because I needed to send a message to people who didn’t feel like their truth was welcomed at church. If God has a plan for me… the same girl who watched porn for educational purposes (not to masturbate). the same girl who would have sex with her little boyfriend on Sunday morning before services. the same girl who was on a journey to prove that she wasn’t gay after being touched inappropriately as a young girl by a female. the same girl who grew up in a single parent household without my dad in the picture. the same girl who… I could go on and on. Just know that your truth and my truth can be instrumental to helping others.We need more truth in the church anyway. If we walk in denial, too many others continue walking in shame. And that just doesn’t sit right with me.

I wrote truth about my “greek life experience” because I work in the field now and for the longest couldn’t figure out why. Coming to work in Greek Life freed me in so many ways. That’s not going to make sense to everyone, but if you know you know. “Freed me” meaning I started growing more comfortable being my authentic self. I think my experience as an undergrad shifted my viewpoint on influence and leadership. I think my experience as a full time staff member has helped me see that I have the opportunity to be influential and lead students in the most unique way. It’s a joy serving those students. Being a voice of reason and a source of accountability. Had I not been introduced to immature leadership (not bad leadership) and witnessed what happens first-hand when you lead to prove a point vs. leading to create change, I may not be the advisor that I am today. I’m not perfect by any means but I never allow any of my students to feel like they’re a burden or getting on my nerves or are less than the rest… I know what that feels like. My heart is pure and I hope that I continue to serve up more inspiration + more motivation + more encouragement while I’m working there. That’s why I can’t quit just yet. I have more service hours to clock in.

I poured out all that I had into “the call I wasn’t expecting” because I want people to really understand how you can be here one minute and gone the next. life is short. I didn’t share many details about what happened to him. He went to the hospital the night before because his blood sugar was high. They admitted him in to stabilize his sugar levels. And they were successful at doing so. He was up watching ESPN and talking normal and eating his breakfast. **How do I know this** I missed his call but he didn’t actually hang up the phone. I have a 4 minute voicemail where I can hear him speaking with his nurse and I also hear ESPN anchor Stephen A. Smith in the background on TV. Maybe it was too much insulin. Maybe he tried to move around too quickly. Maybe he didn’t eat enough. All of a sudden his blood sugar dropped. Dropped so low he collapsed. They tried to revive him but they were unsuccessful. This is why I went so hard working out this past week. I will continue doing because I know that I took so much after him. My body make-up stems from his genes. From my lips being fuller to my boobs being bigger to my hips being wider to my thighs being in the way to my knees being darker. (My mom’s side of the family gave me my gap and healthy long nails, but that’s it) All of the other stuff came from my dad’s side and I know that if I’m not careful, I too will have some of the same health problems that run in the family. I wasn’t even as knowledgeable about what health problems I was up against on his side until his death. Sad but true. I also wanted people to know that it’s never too late to Love Hard, Forgive Harder.

And finally being “the broke auntie” is a cute little story about how God provides. I don’t know if I want children. Before my niece, the answer was no. Right now thanks to my niece, the answer is still no. But also thanks to my niece, I have so much love to give and have more glimpses of motherhood when she’s around me. She is full of personality and gives the best hugs. Being an aunt is the best. I love that she’s the only one too because I feel like I have so much more to learn and my niece is teaching me all of the how to’s. I think being the rich auntie is still #goals but most importantly, I want my niece to know that I’m there for her. I want her to know that she can always count on me to show up. I never want her to question if I care because I do. I care about all of the little things. She is the light that keeps shining and I hope that her light continues to shine brighter and brighter. Whether I’m rich or richer, so is she. She will always have access to the things that her heart desires because God has blessed me to be able to assist financially. The beauty in that is that God is trying to show me that I have more of a fear of not being able to provide for my own and give them the best in life than a fear of motherhood itself. Whew that’s a different blog for a different day.

The challenge is over. The month is over. What’s not over? the ssshhhhhh I continue to grow through.

I used to live on hush mode. I was ashamed of my story. I didn’t care to share my mistakes ever.

every time I hit publish, I’m spilling tea and shedding light on the importance of using your voice/telling your story. And that regardless of how small/big your following is, people who believe in you will continue to support you and push you to keep going.

off of hush mode, but tapped in to making enough noise that will inspire someone else not to live in silence or suffer in silence or build in silence.

you don’t have to be an open book but you need to let people help/support you along the way. no one can help/support if they don’t hear you.

Tap In & Speak Out…

even if you start speaking out through writing in a journal. that’s where I started. only me and the good Lord used to see my raw, vulnerable side. that let to me starting a blog. that led to me creating a facebook page for the blog. that led to me turning my instagram into straight blog content. that led to me starting a youtube channel.

see it’s a domino effect once you find your voice and use it for good.

There’s so much more for me to share.

so stay tuned….

ssshhhhhhhhh don’t tell anyone but I think I’m going live tomorrow on IG with more tea to spill.